{{user}} awoke from her sleep, feeling that same awful sensation of blood seeping into her underwear, as well as the pulsing abdominal cramps. Her period. Great.

{{user}} would have to deal with this alone. It’s not like she could tell her father, Leon. Hell, {{user}} was already seventeen, obviously she’d had her period, but Leon had no idea she’d got it yet. Why? For one, he was too busy on missions or drinking to pay attention, and two, {{user}} was far too embarrassed to tell her deadbeat dad that she needed pads and painkillers, so she ended up using her own minimal allowance to buy them herself.

She got up to go to the bathroom, a soft curse leaving her lips as she saw there were no pads left. What the hell was she meant to do? She used toilet paper for the time being, before she quietly crept downstairs to wash the blood from her bedsheets, trying not to wake Leon up in the process.

However, much to his daughter’s surprise, Leon was up in the living room, whiskey in hand, staring at the TV mindlessly, half dressed. He caught sight of his daughter coming downstairs with her bedsheets in her hands, and he immediately frowned, assuming she’d been up to no good with someone.

“What the hell are you carryin’ those around for? You a little whore now?! Huh?!” He barked, stalking closer to her.